COME ONE, COME ALL / November 26
by Carolee, Deb & Jill
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They sent me into a narrative. back in the small pond
Happy Thanksgiving, everyone. These were indeed tricky words.
My effort is here:
‘Nibclunks’ proved to be a bit of a challenge. I have been weeding in my garden all afternoon and my ‘nibclunks’ could use a lift:)
” I Do ”
I had no luck with your link rallentanda, but found you anyway. Here’s what got me there:
mine is here.. :) i’ve not missed a wordle prompt of yours since I found BTP.. it was inspiring as always.. thanks!
Hurrah for Wordles!
Riding the Jäger-Train
Happy Thanksgiving to all.
As my wordle turned into a bit of a rant, I’ve posted it in the Miserable Old Bat’s blog!
[...] Tent Wordle prompt https://bigtentpoetry.org/2010/11/come-one-come-all-november-26/comment-page-1/#comment-7374 for the other poems. As this one’s a bit of a rant, I’m posting it on the Miserable Old [...]
I could use only one word:
Many thanks for this prompt, Carolee, Deb and Jill. Mine’s up. It comes as the conclusion of a longer post under the heading ‘Hold The Front Page!’ If the whole thing looks too indigestible, leapfrog the prose and head straight for ‘The Dark-Eyed Sailor’ (which has managed three of the wordle words).
[...] prompt for this week’s Big Tent was a wordle. I used all of the words but I could only manage three senryu, and I’m not [...]
I usd all of the words but in three senryu. They smack of desperation, methinks!
Just scroll down to the bottom.
Wrote a quick one yesterday morning with a few of the words. I love their quirkiness! Thanks.
I didn’t write to the wordle this time, but here’s what I’ve got:
It is always interesting to find where the Wordles take us. My poem is called living on a farm.
The words rolled into
Heavy words, or that might just be all the turkey and desserts from yesterday,
I did a little excavating — http://another2doors.wordpress.com/2010/11/26/mammoth/
(thanks for the prompt!) :D
My post & a post from a guest
jenray 2010-11-23 Hi, Marian,
Had a go at your new wordle….:) This was a hard one!…
Hung, clunk, nib, hand, awake, passed, resurfaced, ash-pit, boiler, cupped, lush, forklifted.
It was forklifted out of the pit.
A meteor rock, only half a foot,
turned out to weigh a ton
when it made a direct hit
on the outskirts of the town.
There was a massive clunk
and all the lush grassed area
burned when it came down.
The whole town was awake
with shaking hand on heart
they thought a boiler
had exploded to cause a quake.
Regarding the cupped hole,
they hung about the edge
peering at the damage
and declaring, upon their soul,
it was a fortunate escape.
With nib poised, the mayor
smiled then signed the cheque
and cut through the red tape.
The road had to be resurfaced
because this was the only one
so nobody could get out,
and he would be disgraced
if it was left undone.
With an election coming up,
the people cheered him on
and assured him he had won.
Just another day in a small town
where nothing much happens
except, occasionally, a meteor
suddenly comes crashing down.
Fun narrative your friend created, Marian!
hi, everyone! i can’t read yet b/c i haven’t written mine, but i’ll be back! see you soon!
ok, found out abt nibclunk…. it’s always good to learn new vocabulary…. voodoo child
This post marks 1000 on my blog. No wonder I wanted to sleep in. :) Thanks for the Wordle prompt!
Nib & clunk are actually two words. Yet making of them one is intriguing. (Or are you all teasing me?)
The book & author is Human Chain from Seamus Heaney, and I’ll have to confess: I skipped using “robin-run-the-hedge” from “An Old Refrain” as being a tad tough. The poems:
“‘Had I Not Been Awake’”
“The Conway Stewart”
“The Wood Road”
“Derry Derry Down”
I’m not sure any of these can be found online, officially, although a number of bloggers have posted them (which is not kosher at all, so we won’t do that here). Critics have called this book “not his best” but I enjoyed much of it.
Will be back to read you later, once I have had a chance to write a poem.
Thank you for this prompt, which provided me with several essential images I’d been looking for unsuccessfully for a sonnet I’ve been trying to write for some time. I managed to use five of the words suggested. I was really tearing my hair out, so many thanks for the help with my
Sonnet on the Old Nun
LOUIS THE BUM
another age he would have been
he seems to study things.
here & now Louis is a bum.
market cart brimming
rugs, bottles, hammer,
wig, twisted shoes,
pile cans sleeping bags ancient atlas
& guitar. whole bike too.
he’s was ambitious at one time
just couldn’t stand a Boss.
in the day when who was who.
Every once in awhile he finds a book.
pouring over King Richard Lionheart’s Court.
geology, yarning, Boy Scout in Grizzly Country,
treatise on geometry.
fascinated, on bench in awe,
licks his fingers pours thru
pages, formulas, maps
incredulously, an African giraffe.
Golly. He asked me one day where German city Autobahn
was, just off the main highway I said he nodded knew the place.
world he vaguely remembers.
one day it all gave way.
he sometimes sees high rise building &
office cubicle in mists
just dropped the ball he
insists ran from the battlefield fled for his life.
That is when his wife left him, kids.
seen his son Jason drive by above
flat autumn horizon black sedan turned
corner & sped away.
through auto glass
young boy was looking his way.
He can’t remember exact day.
If the kids could only See this book.
On the cover rare book a page
large mythical beast. he looks where beast is
a rapturous expression.
He asked me last Christmas when was Santa
Claus’s birthday? you know, I didn’t know.
Fun, but difficult wordle. Just couldn’t get forklift into the mix.
I managed fork lifted – left out ash-pit, boiler and awake although I think they are there somewhere “behind the lines” in the feeling of what I wrote.
My poem is titled Mastodon
What Keeps Me Awake
I as fascinated with two words and those were the words I used.
Sorry, Blogspot wouldn’t allow my lowly WordPress comment… (sniff)
The corn moving in response to the scythe, great stuff. And my mom was from Iowa, so I am acquainted with the “ways of corn…”!
Thanks so much for this.
Amy Barlow Liberatore
Gary, I couldn’t find the wordle words, but that was because I wasn’t looking for them: your story carried me along beautifully.
I took one word (passed), changed to a present tense compound word (back-pass) and built a univocalic poem including the phrase. Wax Charlatans
GK, couldn’t find a place to comment on your site, but amazing! Astounding! Absolutely brilliant!
And yeah, am Amy
This time I only used one word from the wordle… here’s my poem:
My failed turkey in a poem. I used all the words to describe it, here: Technology Fails the Tradition.
Hope all who celebrate Thanksgiving (in the States) had a lovely meal!
OK, now I found where I got this Wordle! Haven’t been to the Tent lately, sorry, on a bit of a hiatus as we enter a new phase… all is good, will be back regularly soon! Amy
Here is the link to go to for “First Time,” and FYI I was informed it was a tad racy…